Just in case.
His gaze went straight to her, as if it was drawn there by magic. Damn, was the first thought that went through his head. As with all Andarion females, Galene had been a gorgeous teen. But the adult warrior waiting on them had to be one of the sexiest, most beautiful of her kind. Because Andarions aged much slower than their human counterparts, she didn't appear any older than thirty.
Tall, lithe, and exquisite, she was dressed in a standard red and black Andarion battlesuit. One that hugged a body made to be privately worshiped by hours of leisurely naked activities.
And often.
He sucked his breath in sharply as an involuntary image went through his mind of her wrapping those long legs around him. He hadn't been this attracted to a female in a long time. Not since the last time he'd seen her.
Every part of him was alert and panting.
And he was twice as glad now for the helmet at his crotch. I should have worn looser pants. God help him if he had to sit down with a hard-on this fierce. That pain alone might kill him.
Focus.
Something much easier said than done.
What the hell had I been thinking or drinking when I walked away from that?
Young and stupid didn't quite cover it. But then, there'd been extenuating circumstances that had forced his hand. Things that had made staying with her completely out of the question. Maybe I should have fought harder to stay.
Yeah, right. It hadn't been that simple.
A fight, he could have won. What they held over his head had been totally out of his control and beyond his young abilities to stop.
She looked up and met his gaze. His throat went dry as his body hardened even more and he remembered the way she used to look at him.
Like he was her cherished hero.
And I fucked her over. Badly.
Yeah, he'd earned the hell that had been his life. How he wished things could have been different. Especially between the two of them. While he'd been enamored of Omira, it was nothing compared to what he'd felt for Galene when they were kids. This was his first and only real love.
The one who'd gotten away and had haunted him every minute of his life.
His one true regret.
The worst decisions in life are always the ones we make out of fear. He hated to admit how right his father had been whenever the old bastard had quoted that. But life had shown him just how wise his father was.
At first, her gaze swept past him, to the other Tavali trailing in his wake. She had no idea who he was.
Not until he pulled his Tavali mask down and exposed his face.
*
Galene was impressed by the military formation and discipline of the Tavali crew--something she'd never expected from outlaw pirates who were as famed for their blatant disregard of rules and social conventions as they were for their savagery. While they each wore different uniforms and styles of battlesuits, they conducted themselves like any disciplined army.
She'd been told that they had their own set of laws they strictly adhered to, but she hadn't believed it.
Until now.
This was impressive. And the one leading them was a huge, massive warrior. One equal in size to Talyn, which was quite a feat for any species. Tall and broad-shouldered with braided hair laced with bleached blond stripes, he was even more muscular than an average Andarion male.
And that swagger ...
It was masculine and mouthwatering. Confident. She had no idea of his species, but whatever it was, he did credit to it.
That was her thought until he stopped and stood with all of his weight on his left leg. She almost smiled at a commanding stance that was identical to one Talyn preferred, especially whenever he was uncomfortable with his surroundings.
The Tavali's gaze held hers hostage as he slowly reached up with one hand to lower the black and red mask that concealed his war-painted face.
Andarion. That explained his white eyes.
Just as she was sucking her breath in, in appreciation of his rugged handsomeness, recognition slammed into her. Yes, he was older and now sported three days' growth of his beard, but she knew that proud jawline. Knew those perfect, gorgeous features and caramel skin that had once set her on fire.
Actually, they still did. Only instead of lust, they filled her with raw, unmitigated rage.
Reacting on pure instinct, she pulled her blaster out and fired. The shot landed straight in his chest where his missing heart should have been.
Total chaos erupted as he fell to the ground and the other Tavali pulled their blasters out and took aim. As did the Andarion soldiers with her.
Throwing himself in front of her, Talyn pulled the weapon from her hand. He and the ten Andarions he'd chosen as her personal guard formed a wall between her and the others.
"Medic!" a human Tavali called out in Andarion.
"Arrest them!" a Sentella soldier demanded.
Galene looked past Talyn's shoulder to see Dancer Hauk, Fain's younger brother, calling out for the soldiers to secure her and her team.
Talyn moved in closer, to protect her.
"No!" She grabbed her son's arm to keep him from doing something even more rash than her stupidity. "Stand down!"
Talyn did, until a soldier went to cuff her wrists. "Get your hands off her!"
Before she could catch him again, Talyn had eight Tavali and two of their own bleeding on the ground at his feet. With a blaster in each hand, Talyn held the others at bay as he kept himself in front of her. "Anyone else want a free trip to the hospital and paid leave?"
"Talyn!" she snapped, placing her hand on his shoulder. "Enough! Everyone calm down."
Dancer held his blaster angled at Talyn's head. "I believe you started this, Commander, when you shot my brother."
"And now I'm ending it. Everyone, arms down!"
They all hesitated.
"Dancer!" Fain growled as he rose to his feet. "Drop your weapon." Biting his lip, he grimaced and glared a hole through her. "I deserved it."
Only then did Dancer lower his blaster.
"Talyn," she said gently as she ran her hand down his arm and pushed his aim toward the floor. "It's all right."
She felt his muscles flexing in debate before he glanced to her and let his weapons fall to the ground. The Tavali surged forward to handcuff him. Something he didn't protest until they went to cuff her again.
Faster than anyone could blink, Talyn knocked the two guards closest to him away and used his foot to kick his blaster back into his hand. He put himself between her and the others. "One hand to the commander and so help me, I'll fucking kill every one of you bitches!"
Fain's gaze darkened as Talyn's weapon went back to Dancer, who was inching toward them. With unbelievable speed, Fain attacked Talyn.
Galene's head spun as cold terror consumed her. Both Fain and Talyn were former titled Andarion Ring fighters. And right now, they fought with death in their eyes. If she didn't do something fast, they'd tear each other apart.
Dodging their blows, she forced herself between them, and pushed them to opposite sides.
"Enough!" she roared.
Dancer moved forward to take Fain by his arm.
Holding his chest where she'd shot him, Fain spat the blood on his lips to the ground. He glared his hatred at Talyn. "Aim at my brother again, and I'll rip your fucking spine out, punk!"
Talyn didn't flinch at the threat. "One hand to the commander again, and I'll rip apart every ass here, including yours and his, old man."
She sucked her breath in sharply at the double-edged insult. Not just that Fain was older, but to insinuate he wasn't Andarion ... it was the worst sort of slap in the face for their kind.
Fain licked at his busted lip as he watched Galene place her hand over the heart of the soldier in front of him.
"It's all right, mi courani," she said in a gentle tone, using an endearment that called the male soldier her precious heart. "Stand down."
The soldier's eyes s
oftened as he glanced at her and covered her hand with his. Lowering his head, he brought her hand to his lips, and kissed it before he stepped back.
But not so far that he couldn't shield her with his body again if he needed to.
Disgusted, Fain met Dancer's gaze and shook his head. Galene had chosen quite the boy toy for herself. The kid was large, even for an Andarion. And as much as Fain hated to admit it, the bastard could fight. It was actually impressive what he'd done.
And the ease with which he'd accomplished it.
"Isn't he a little young for you?" Fain asked her snidely.
Galene pinned him with a sneer. "I don't think it's any of your business who I live with."
Fain's jaw went slack that she'd openly admit such a scandalous relationship in front of everyone. While it wasn't unheard of for unmarried commanders to sleep with their staff, they were usually highly discreet about it. Rarely did they flaunt it.
He scowled at her. "Well, aren't you full of surprises?"
She raked him with a scathing grimace. "I learned early ... from the best."
He took a step forward.
So did Talyn.
Galene pushed them apart again. "Boys! Enough!"
Fain curled his lip before he dropped a potent verbal bomb on them. "You do realize that you both just attacked a member of the Andarion royal family?"
Galene gaped. "Excuse me?"
Dancer quirked a smug grin. "The tadara adopted my brother."
Fain expected that to take some of the fire out of her boy toy's eyes. It didn't. Defiant and reckless, he snorted disdainfully at the news.
"Talyn!" Galene snapped before the child could speak. "Not another word. I mean it!"
He inclined his head respectfully. "Yes, Commander." But his gaze said that he was struggling to hold back his opinion.
And it wasn't a happy one.
Fain returned his sneer with one of his own. "I should have you both arrested."
"Try it," the male said with an arrogant, taunting grin. "You'll be dead before they cuff me.... If I'm going to jail again, old man, I'm going to make it count."
"Talyn!"
A tic started in his jaw as Galene reached up, buried her hand in his braids, and forced the boy to meet her gaze. Only then did the fire in his eyes go out.
She pressed her cheek to his and whispered in his ear before she kissed his forehead. Her hand lingered on his goatee as her gaze held his a moment longer.
Finally quelled, the soldier took a step back.
Fain swept his gaze around the other Andarions here. The fact that none of their soldiers found this display odd said it all about Galene's open affair with her second-in-command.
Normally, Andarions never touched each other in public. Not even married couples. Unless they were fighting, it was their custom to keep a respectful distance from each other at all times.
A fierce, unwarranted hatred for the boy consumed him. He had no idea why he'd care or feel the jealousy inside his heart, but he did. And it wanted that kid's head on a pike.
While Fain's entire life had gone straight to hell after their last encounter, it was obvious Galene had been living quite the dream with her child-lover.
Galene stepped back as the medics arrived to tend Fain's injuries.
She met Dancer's glare. "We shall withdraw to my office, where I will contact Tadara Cairistiona immediately and inform her what has happened. If she still wants my arrest, I'll surrender myself to her authority. Until then..." She turned her curled lip toward Fain. "I hope you die painfully of your wounds."
And with that, she walked away.
Talyn passed one more hate-filled glare at him before he followed after her. Like a dutiful puppy.
Little fucking bastard.
Yeah, okay, huge fucking bastard, but still ...
The medic let out a low, evil laugh as she saw Fain's wounds. And especially the one at his eye that was already swelling, and burning like a mother. "I see you met the commander's bodyguard. What'd you do? Speak to her in the wrong tone of voice?"
Fain gave the Andarion female an arched brow. "Does he do this kind of thing a lot?"
She snorted as she examined his eye. "Actually, he must like you."
"How so?"
"You're still breathing. He normally kills anyone who so much as grimaces in the commander's general direction."
Dancer sighed as Fain sat down on the stretcher and allowed them to remove his chest plate to inspect the blast wound. "I'm sorry, Fain. When you said she was a nasty piece of work, I should have listened to you. I had no idea she'd hate you this much. I thought I was the only one you motivated to this level of violence."
Fain looked down at the bleeding wound in the center of his chest. Had he been wearing anything other than his Tavali armor, that shot would have killed him instantly. As it was, it hurt like hell and he'd be bruised for a few days, but he'd live. "I figured she wouldn't be happy to see me again. However, I did underestimate her exact degree of hatred for me."
"What did you do to her?" Chayden picked up the helmet Fain had been holding against his groin.
Fain swallowed hard as he met Dancer's gaze before he answered Chay's question. "I broke off our engagement to marry a human."
The medic sucked her breath in sharply at his words.
As a human, Chayden had no idea what a slap that was, and what it would have cost Galene in their society. "Yeah? So?"
The medic snorted. "She must have really loved you at one time."
"Why?"
"She didn't shoot you between the eyes."
*
Galene swallowed hard as the door to her office closed, and she moved to call the tadara. She'd no more than reached for the controls when Talyn finally spoke to her.
"So that's my father."
"Excuse me?"
He sighed heavily. "There's no other male you'd attack like that, for no reason. Only Fain Hauk."
Tears choked her at his emotionless tone. "If you knew, why did you attack him?"
"He came at my mother. No one does that. I don't care who or what you are."
She could kill Talyn for his own recklessness ... which he'd inherited from Fain. "You shouldn't have endangered yourself for me. You know better."
He shrugged nonchalantly. "You didn't hesitate to protect me."
"I'm your mother."
"And I'm your son ... as you raised me."
She was torn between the desire to hug him for that, and spank his bottom like she'd done when he was a boy. "I told you to be a doctor, didn't I?"
He gave her an impertinent grin. "You raised me to be fierce. Like you. Not to don a medic's robe and serve others."
"Careful," she warned him, "you're not so big or old that I can't still take you over my knee."
He snorted derisively at her threat. "I'd like to see you try."
She popped his butt. "Impudent boy."
The light in his eyes faded as her link buzzed. "Is that the tadara?"
"Most likely."
Talyn gave her a sincere look that said he would be more than willing to die for her. "I won't let them harm you, Matarra. Not for that worthless piece of shit."
"He's your father, Talyn. I won't have you insult him."
The tic returned to his jaw as he looked away.
She moved to answer her link. As predicted, it was Tadara Cairistiona.
"What happened?" she asked without preamble.
Galene bowed her head respectfully. "Forgive me, mu tadara. I was caught off guard and allowed my emotions to get the better of me. I had no idea that you had adopted a new son. You should have told me we had a new royal family member to protect, and that he would be arriving with The Tavali."
The look on the queen's face was stern and lethal. "It's just us, Galene. I want your side of this matter before I render verdict. And I want the whole story."
Galene's gaze went to Talyn. "Before His Highness was disowned by his Hauk birth mother, I was pledged to him.
"
Cairistiona sucked her breath in sharply. "Fain left you for the human he married?"
She nodded. "Because of his actions, I was abandoned by my own family and turned out in disgrace."
"Say no more, Commander. I understand. I would have shot him myself, in your place."
Thank the gods the tadara was so understanding. But then they had decades of history together. And an unbreakable loyalty to one another.
"I am sorry, Tadara. Had I some warning about Fain's identity, I would have handled it better. But this is the first time I've seen him since the day he told me I failed to please him."
Cairistiona's speculative gaze went past Galene, to Talyn. "Is he Talyn's father?"
Galene clenched her teeth. Only two living beings besides her knew the identity of Talyn's father. Talyn and his great-grandmother, who'd taken her in years ago when Galene had been living on the street, pregnant with him.
But it was a death sentence to lie to her queen. "Yes, Majesty."
"Does he know?"
"I've never kept such secrets from my son. Talyn knows. His father does not."
Cairistiona let out a bitter laugh. "Talyn?"
He cast a concerned glance to his mother before he stepped forward and bowed to her. "Mu tadara?"
"It appears you are now of royal vestiture, child. My grandson. A tiziran of Andaria."
His jaw went slack. Until now, he'd lacked full lineage. As such, he'd been ineligible for many Andarion benefits, including marriage. It was something they'd both accepted a long time ago as a very bitter fact.
Now ...
"What have you to say, Tiziran Talyn?"
He swallowed hard before he spoke. "I know not, Majesty."
"Yaya," Cairistiona corrected playfully, using the Andarion term for grandmother. She laughed at the stunned expression on his handsome face. "Breathe, child. Remember, you once sat in my lap to color and draw on paper, and do your homework for school.... I know it'll take some getting used to. Your father is having the same trouble acclimating to the title. But you will in time."
She returned her attention to Galene. "It appears I cannot punish my grandson for protecting his birth mother. Even from his birth father. And while I would normally have your head for this assault, the circumstances were extenuating. As such, and given the fact that Fain will live and is remarkably understanding of your motivation, I'll let this event pass unpunished. But let's not repeat it, shall we?"
"Never, Majesty."
"Cairistiona or Matarra, Galene. You are the mother of my grandson, after all. As such, I will send a contingency of royal guards for you both. And while Talyn, as tiziran, can be excused from military service, I'm going to assume that he has no intention of leaving your side while we're at war." She passed a questioning look to him.